A Life in Letters

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By the time I finished a year of graduate school, I had sold a story tMademoiselle, and in 1962,1 took up residence with my husband, Joe, and new baby daughter at Stanford, where I had been selected to be a Wallace Stegner Fiction Fellow. Dear Mr. Vivante- It seems [from your stories] as though simple things cheer you, and though I hope you are not in need of cheering now that your book is being opened all over the country, I want to say it is a lovely book, and a lovely soul shines through to light every page. Two days after I finished writing this essay, I stopped at a little thrift shop in my town.

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